Loopy
I have to admit, I am getting rather damn tired of having to run indoors because of the smoke from the Canadian Wildfires. During the impromptu vacation, it was even worse in Upper Michigan, but I had no option BUT to run outside. But, I ran considerably slower, and far fewer miles (which put me behind).
Doing zillions of loops on the indoor track is not exciting... especially in SUMMER when I can USUALLY run outside. But, the theory is that the indoor track's air is "filtered" via the HVAC system and has a better air quality. But, I should not complain.... at least I have an option.... and running zillions of loops is still far, far better than running on a treadmill! I listened to a Novena Mass given by my favorite Capuchin while I also prayed the rosary during my run this morning, so the time was well spent. Fr. David is such a true delight. He helps me to see and better understand my faith and how I should be, and how I need to work to be more of a servant to others in my life, each and every day.
I regrettably have been so busy of late that completing the photographs of my biological father and academic fathers that I want to put up in my office.... and the cleaning and choosing of the pipe to have within that display.... have been slow to complete. But, I am still so very excited by the idea Pat gave me about my being able to ultimately smoke the one pipe I will use in the display. It is a brilliant idea, for it seems to be a way I may indulge in a pipe with minimal worry..... it is an isolated, special event, and I should be able to enjoy it fully but it has a very low risk to have me "fall off the wagon" I believe. As I was falling asleep last night, I was imagining how wonderful it will be!
As it is Thursday, I do hope/plan to go to the Retiree's Cigar Group this early afternoon. I am looking forward to the fun, relaxing discussion.
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2 Comments:
Running loops is not frootal.
Now I must explain myself.
A very long time ago on a b&w tv, there was an episode of the Dick Van Dyke show in which a love struck boy called his love for Laura (Mary Tyler Moore) frootal, seemingly mixing up and combining futile and fruitless. These 5+ decades later, Sue and I often jokingly say frootal for futile. It is very appropriate to me in this case because of the Froot Loops in your picture.
Phew!
I can't stand treadmills either. I used to run outside and now I walk. Summer walking isn't my favorite; I much prefer fall and spring. But our weather is usually OK--with the right gear. Hope you'll make it to the Cigar Group this afternoon! Sounds like you need the relaxation.
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